Short White Lily Poems
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"What kind of flower
Pulls us into the future
And offers us hope?"
She turned away, hid her face,
And softly spoke, "White Lily."
as softly as a feather
with just a breath of
white lily scented air
he rose above the dark
with stars trailing behind
Caroline Cécile © 09.08.12
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Down in the valley’s cold iced over pond
there lies one lone white lily
so waiting to be plucked
*Inspired by: Nette Onclaud's contest
Thanx Nette...And Andrea Dietrich
On your grave years from now,
when all will wither and waste,
Rotten to core,
air stale in taste.
A white Lily will still blossom,
for my love that once tied me to you,
And for the betrayal of yours that broke me from you
Upcountry sky gloomed darker, charcoal
as the end of summer sparking fall.
Any ridgetop beckons lightning –
distant thunder – or was it applause?
For she was strapless, bride-white lily
dancing past us
as they silhouetted into sunset,
sparkling rosé sunflare below clouds.
A slice of morning
Last evening offered me nice
Bunch of silken buds
As I could not get my vase
The poem couldn’t be written
This morning I was
Prepared with a crimson pot
For a second chance
She came with a white lily
No more mistakes so silly
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01/092016
Satin white lily pads
cushion the high jump
performed by the three-legged frog.
Heated blaze bakes his fading green coat.
He leaps into his hot tub paradise.
Life is floating by.
A big grin and loud croak announce his pleasure.
What appears to be boredom for one set of eyes ,
is bliss for another.
Caught in your thicket of embellished verse
Trite but resolute
Efforts to crack the indestructible
Here you say:
Willowy white Lily-of-the-Valley
Softly flowing waves of ecstasy
Delights a recessed heart
And resurrects the willful soul
I say:
No one knows the heart of one
Cast onward towards the billowy grey
Destined to revive
My vain attempts at life
Islam’s rose has many petals
but the fragrance is one,
yet the sweet gift of my heart is many.
He has planted the White Lily
whose bloom has been spent, but
Islam’s rose has many petals.
O Your thorns pierce me Lord
as the rose begins to bloom,
but the fragrance is one.
He gave me a gift of His many flowered bouquet
and the fragrance was love,
yet the sweet gift of my heart is many.
Lobster woman climber scrambled through white lily petals of joy
Their aromatic ambiance surrounded her with the means to be happy
We are waiting, the violets urged her, no longer fearful of her claws
She had been visiting them for many moons now, and she was careful.
She still has a bit of fish smell about her, the lilacs reported to the daisies.
Pollyanna-like, the daisies remained optimistic as they waited for her visit.
White lily and pink lotus,
Lot of round green plate like leaves,
With gems of spherical water,
With lake clear blue carrying them,
A dense fence of pine,
On one side,
Up the green slope,
Another hybrid chirping forest on another,
With idyllic plain folky hutments,
On the third,
It was my side,
From where I had arrived,
That was not promising,
Probably that’s why,
I had arrived,
From that side,
Escaping on the sly.
Amazing white lily, beautiful as the sun rises above the horizon
Beauty like a delicate water lily is a passion deeply admired
Cherry lips and elegant high heel shoes with the same color
Dreams and charm of nature's surprise and endless miracle
Every little bud swell in bloom and spreading their sweet fragrances
* Not for contest :)
04.10.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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She walks amid flowers where I see
the blue jasmine and the white lily
bowing as she goes like a colibri
flipping her wings, laughing silly…
The wind enters, taking the scent away,
a thief we both, also invisible,
holding her waist, to kiss then to sway,
quoting a song found in a Bible.
When spring comes, she will leave there
and bloom anew, a bough in her hand
on head a garland and a quietly dare:
Would I obey love’s command?
In forest glens and wild hedgerows,
a sweet scent stirs on zephyr breeze
White lily of the valley grows
in forest glens and wild hedgerows;
parks, gardens and in lush meadows
I love to wander past tall trees
in forest glens and wild hedgerows
a sweet scent stirs on zephyr breeze
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5/3/19
Special
looking out from of those almond eyes
while chubby fingers grasp the plastic keys that dangle tantalizingly
a broad smile escapes her face
and an
ooooooooooooooooooooo is ushered forth from innocent lips
special
not too many like her
as she gushs from the attention bestowed upon her by her mom
she has another sibling
one who
has the eyes of the father
special
born to be ever fresh and ever childlike
a white lily
in a sometimes garden of thorns.
When will I find my flower?
To what depths must I travel,
What heights must I overpower,
What mysteries must I unravel
To find my red rose,
My undying romance,
My longing ever grows
If only for a glance
At my white lily,
My pure princess,
My hearts achille.
Would that I could confess
My longing to my love.
But alas, her I can not find,
I cry to God above,
As tears down my face wind.
When will this sorrowful son of Adam
Find his Eve and ease his aching bosom?